Zhuge Minghui stood amidst the shattered remnants of the great sword, emanating an undeniable force that commanded the attention of every operative.

The air, once charged with the tension of impending combat, now thrummed with an undercurrent of raw terror as Zhuge's aura loomed over them even greater than ants facing a dragon, dwarfing them into insignificance.

His eyes, normally calm and calculating, now glinted with a cruel amusement as he surveyed his helpless adversaries.

The operatives, weapons poised but trembling in fear, felt the weight of absolute dominance radiating from him, a dominance that seemed to bend reality itself.

Zhuge exuded power that caused ripples in the air and unsettled the ground beneath their feet, underscoring the futility of their defiance against him.

Seung Jin-Ho, the Deputy Clan Leader of the Night Clan and a master at the Evolutionary Realm, regarded Zhuge with nervousness.

He knew he couldn't afford to underestimate this new opponent, especially given the terrifying display of power Zhuge had already shown.

He knew that the intruder's power was beyond anything he had faced before, but retreat was not an option.

"All operatives, attack him now! Show him no mercy!" he commanded, his voice booming through the cavern.

Every operative, from the fifty Master Realms to the two remaining Grandmaster Realms, readied themselves.

The operatives stepped forward, their masks hiding a face filled with grim determination.

They understood the implicit challenge in Seung Jin-Ho's command: exhaust the power of this intruder and, if possible, bring him down.

Seung Jin-Ho himself prepared to engage, his aura flaring with immense power as he stepped forward.

The combined force of the Evil Society operatives surged towards Zhuge, a coordinated assault designed to overwhelm him with sheer numbers and strength.

The Master Realm operatives fanned out, their stances wide and weapons at the ready, forming a semicircle around Zhuge.

Their eyes flickered with both fear and resolve as they braced for action.

The two Grandmaster Realm experts moved with a more deliberate grace, their eyes locked onto Zhuge, assessing his every move.

Zhuge's lips curled into a sardonic smile. "So, you think numbers will make a difference?" His voice, dripping with mockery, echoed in the cavern, amplifying the oppressive atmosphere.

One of the Grandmasters, unable to contain his aggression, launched himself at Zhuge with a fierce battle cry, his blade slicing through the air with lethal intent.

Zhuge didn't flinch. Instead, he watched with it with indifference.

The Grandmaster's blade was mere inches from Zhuge's throat when he moved.

In a split second, Zhuge sidestepped the attack, his hand shot out, and the Grandmaster Realm martial artist was sent sprawling to the ground, leaving his chest with a hole the size of a hand on it.

Blood spurted from the wound as the man gasped, “Impossib-…!”

He wasn't even able to finish his words.

In that very moment, Zhuge began his assault, moving with With blinding speed and fluid grace, with his first strike a display of raw physical prowess.

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The other operatives, momentarily stunned by the ease with which Zhuge dispatched their comrade, hesitated.

Seung Jin-Ho's cold, commanding voice cut through their paralysis. "Attack him together! Overwhelm him with our combined strength!"

The operatives surged forward as one, a wave of deadly force intent on crushing Zhuge under their combined might.

But as they closed in, Zhuge's smile widened, a dark, predatory gleam in his eyes.

The real battle was about to begin, and he intended to show them just how insignificant they truly were.

He launched a palm strike towards the nearest operative, the force behind it enough to shatter stars and tear through the fabric of reality itself.

However, Zhuge's control was too precise, evident in it how far his mastery over his skills are.

As he obliterated his target, that tiny leak of power caused a shockwave from his strike that generated an earthquake, developing cracks on the ground and throwing the operatives off balance, sending them sprawling.

The ground trembled as Zhuge continued his assault, each movement deliberate and devastating.

His arms became enveloped in the Qi of Nothingness, a dark, ominous, swirling energy that seemed to consume everything it touched, reducing matter to nothingness.

With a sudden burst of energy, he struck the operatives, their weapons and bodies disintegrated into nothingness upon contact, leaving no trace behind.

He dashed towards the other enemies, and whoever got slashed by his arms covered in Nothingness Qi found themselves instantly disintegrating before they could even react.

His mastery over the Dao of Nothingness allowed him to manipulate the very essence of existence itself, rendering his enemies powerless against this type of Qi.

The remaining group of operatives, paralyzed with fear and disbelief, were no match for Zhuge's unmatched power.

They attempted to regroup, to mount a defense against this force of nature unleashed upon them, but it was futile.

Zhuge's whole being became shrouded in the Qi of Nothingness, a dark and malevolent energy that distorted the air around him.

As he moved, the air around him grew heavy with the void, sucking in light and sound, leaving only an eerie silence in its wake.

With a calm yet decisive motion, Zhuge raised his hand, and a small, dark sphere of condensed nothingness materialized at his fingertip, pulsing with an ominous energy.

Seung Jin-Ho felt the immense power radiating from Zhuge Minghui, his eyes widening in disbelief as the air itself seemed to shiver under the oppressive force.

The sheer magnitude of Zhuge’s power left him momentarily paralyzed, but he quickly snapped out of it, his instincts screaming at him to act.

“Dodge! Everyone, dodge now!” Seung Jin-Ho’s voice rang out, commanding and desperate, as he thrust his arm forward, pointing frantically away from the path of the impending doom.

Zhuge pointed his finger towards the mass of operatives, and the sphere transformed into a widening beam.

The operatives, caught in the web of chaos and terror, hesitated for a heartbeat too long.

A few, quicker on their feet, managed to leap aside, their bodies reacting to the urgency in Seung Jin-Ho’s tone.

They dove for cover, their movements frantic and uncoordinated.

But for many, the warning came too late.

The beam from Zhuge's fingers expanded and expanded, growing larger and consuming everything in its path.

Those who failed to heed Seung Jin-Ho’s desperate shout could only watch in horror as the beam of nothingness engulfed them, their forms vanishing into nothingness before they could even scream.

The beam swept through the distant operatives like a wave of pure annihilation.

Everything it touched disintegrated into nothingness—weapons turned to ash, bodies crumbled to dust.

The beam's expansion left no room for escape, turning the battlefield into a scene of utter desolation.

Zhuge Minghui watched the aftermath with a slight frown.

The technique, while devastating, had lacked the necessary speed to obliterate his enemies before they could react.

He shook his head, a look of disappointment crossing his face.

He looked at his palm, "Too slow," he muttered to himself, almost as if he were conducting an experiment. "I need to refine the speed of the expansion."

He glanced at the few who had managed to dodge, their fear palpable. His expression hardened, a cold and detached look in his eyes.

"Pitiful," he whispered, more to himself than to them.

"Even these guinea pigs can move faster." Shaking his head once more, he wants to perfect his technique, ensuring that next time, there would be no escape.

Zhuge wasn't finished. With a gesture, he invoked the Dao of Space, a realm where distances were mere illusions and boundaries nonexistent.

He opened a rift in the fabric of reality by slashing his bare hands on open space, a swirling vortex of cosmic energy that defied comprehension.

Before the operatives could react, a few unfortunate souls was sucked into the rift, disappearing without a trace, destined to drift endlessly in the cold void of space.

There was no room for mercy or remorse in Zhuge's heart; only the thrill of absolute power and control.

As the battlefield turned into a scene of carnage, Zhuge's cruelty knew no bounds.

The last Grandmaster Realm alongside other Master Realms attacked from multiple angles, hoping to catch Zhuge off-guard.

But Zhuge vanished and reappeared away from them, extending his palm towards the Master Realms.

The opposition suddenly found themselves unable to move!

They can glare at Zhuge but it felt like their bodies were compressed tightly around solidified space.

Seung Jin-Ho, the Deputy Clan Leader, also sneaked within the attackers, but before he can even attempt to strike at his side, Zhuge swiftly intercepted him.

Zhuge leaned backwards slightly to dodge Seung Jin-Ho's maneuver, and with a precise fist strike to his sternum, Zhuge's blow blasted Seung Jin-Ho into a giant tree, leaving cracks on it and immobilizing him for a moment but not killing him.

Witnessing this, a sinister smile crept up on Zhuge's lips, as if he's having fun experimenting various powers on his opponents like they're lab rats.

Zhuge finally made a sweeping motion with his hands, sending out waves of spatial energy that easily sliced through the immobile Master Realms like a hot knife cutting through butter.

One by one, the Master Realms found themselves helplessly being cut to numerous pieces by the spatial slashes released by Zhuge, hoping that they'd die faster due to the pain they're receiving.

Zhuge Minghui then fixed his gaze on the approaching Grandmaster Realm warrior.

With a cold, calculating expression, he extended his arm toward his target.

As his fingers curled into a tight fist, the space around the Grandmaster Realm began to warp and compress with immense pressure.

A sharp twist and a sickening crack echoed through the cavern as the Grandmaster's body slowly gets shattered under the pressure.

Zhuge watched as the Grandmaster was being slowly crushed into a ball that eventually turned into an extremely compressed space that the void is literally disintegrating.

Zhuge's cruel amusement grew as he toyed with his opponents. "Is this the best the Evil Society has to offer?" he taunted, his voice dripping with contempt.

Seung Jin-Ho, witnessing the horrifying display from the tree, felt a cold dread settle in his chest.

But he refused to back down knowing that if they escaped, they'd only be chased to death.

"Fight with everything you've got!" he roared, rallying his remaining forces.